The host of Kuaichuan is domineering

Chapter 667 My Wolf Friend (4)

Practicing his memory, Jiang Tang walked all the way down the corridor, holding a black mass in his arms, and climbed up to the third floor step by step, with steady steps.

306.

Confirm the door number, then carry the things in your arms with one hand, take out the key from your pocket to open the door.

The original owner's parents left this apartment, which is only more than 80 square meters, which is a bit small for three people to live in, but now that Jiang Tang lives alone, it seems extraordinarily spacious.

Turn on the light, and the warm yellow light pours all over the place.

Jiang Tang put the things in his arms on the floor, then put down his schoolbag on his own, walked barefoot to the refrigerator, and took out the leftover egg fried rice from last night.

The rice was cold, but Jiang Tang didn't care, he took a large spoon and stuffed it into his mouth, his cheeks were bulging like a hamster.

I saw her squatting down with a bowl in her hand, staring at the lump on the ground while eating.

It should be a person, because it has hands and feet, but it doesn't look like a person, because there is a big tail behind its buttocks, drooping limply and dirty.

Jiang Tangsan finished the remaining egg fried rice in two bites, threw the bowl into the sink, dragged the lump on the floor, and walked straight into the bathroom.

First, put Lang Jiuchao under the rain canopy, and randomly stripped off his dirty clothes.

"Um……"

Halfway through, Jiang Tang paused, his black eyes staring at the hideous wound under his hand, his heart tightened slightly.

This is a man with a wolf tail, long black hair slightly curly, piled on his head like a mess of straw, covering his entire face.

Jiang Tang tore off his shirt, strictly speaking it was not considered clothes, it was just a rag of extremely bad fabric, and Jiang Tang's palm turned red when it rubbed against it.

Under the fabric, the man's upper body was riddled with scars, whip marks, knife cuts, and brand marks.

There are new wounds and old ones, and the old ones have been scarred and turned into flesh-colored scars.The new wounds left him torn apart, the blood coagulated, and the wounds were rolled up to reveal thick flesh and blood. The old and new wounds were layered on top of each other. It can be seen that since three years ago, he has not been abused for a day.

Jiang Tang turned off the hot water, took a blanket from the room and draped it over Lang Jiuchao's body, took off his clothes and went to the bathtub to take a shower, called for a sports suit and went downstairs to buy medicine.

The pharmacy was just downstairs. Jiang Tang bought a large bag of gauze and alcohol, as well as antipyretics and anti-inflammatory drugs. He also stopped by the convenience store and bought a large bag of ham.

When I got home, as soon as I opened the door, there was the sound of splashing water in the room, followed by a swishing sound, and everything returned to calm.

Jiang Tang took off his shoes and turned on the light. Everything in the room was as usual. Looking sideways at the bathroom, Lang Jiuchao was still lying on the ground, exactly the same as before he left, but there was a pair of footprints on the kitchen floor not far away.

The bathroom was full of water stains, the man turned sideways, the hair on his big tail was wet.

Jiang Tang walked in with the bag, knelt down silently, and stretched out his hand to ask to remove the blanket on his body.

As soon as a corner of the blanket was lifted, the man lying on the ground suddenly jumped up. Jiang Tang only felt a phantom flash in front of his eyes, followed by a stabbing pain on his face.

Reaching out to touch it, blood flowed down the cheek, and the wound was a little deep.

Fortunately, she dodged for a while, otherwise half of her head would be cut off now.

Jiang Tang frowned, looking at the messy-haired man in front of him, squatting in the shower cubicle, facing her with his hands on the ground, and let out a low growl like a beast in his throat, his naked upper body, muscles tensed to attack The unhealed wound was stretched, and the bathroom was filled with the bloody smell of two people.

(End of this chapter)